Above the raucous, above the clashing
crashing, ever raging din
there is a softer
quieter song
that yet does soar
– i hear it sing
it will be well, it will be well
it will be well, let faith come in
And though the claws that rip me,
do not concede, do not desist,
that song so sweetly
calls me up
i could climb up
– I could insist
it will be well, it will be well
let hope like smoke, inhaled, be well
Song, sung high and sweet
above the woes
and cares beneath
that lifts me up
i will climb up
– high above, and clear, complete
it will be well, it will be well
and I will tell of all love speaks.
